She was going to give him a heart attack one of these days. If he could, he would grab her by the shoulders and shake her while asking 'Are you insane?' Oz, what in hell was going through Elphaba's mind? Glinda had gone to see him very early in the morning to inform him of Elphaba's plan.

He knew it could work. Whenever Elphaba set her mind to something, she always executed and delivered. But there was no fucking way he was alright with her being in the Southstairs. With the entire Gale Force. By. Herself.

Fiyero was surprised he'd managed to fall asleep after Glinda's visit. His body was more exhausted than he'd thought. He was woken up by a kick to his back, and he'd felt pathetic for not holding back his scream. Two guards had forcibly brought him to his feet, tied his hands, and dragged him forcibly outside the palace to the scaffold. By the time they pulled him up, a crowd had already gathered around excitedly to watch him die. They pushed him onto his knees. He couldn't help but glance back at the closed door that led to the Southstairs. Please dear Oz, let Elphaba and little Peaches be ok.

Glinda had sent the rest of the guards to the Southstairs, saying that after seeing the prisoner escorted out, she had seen the Wicked Witch of the West. Luckily, she'd managed to lock the witch in the Southstairs before could cast a spell. She wanted the witch taken care of quietly and that would take all of them considering her magic.

She and Elphaba needed the least amount of security in order to pull this off. By now, Elphaba should have knocked all of them out, imprisoned them, and locked all their exits. Glinda's eyes scanned the mob in front of her. Once she saw a black hooded figure amongst the crowd, she had her cue. Oz, let this work out as nicely as it could.

"Fellow Ozians!" Glinda announced and the people quieted down. "Today we will carry out the sentence of Fiyero Tiggular, former Prince of the Vinkus and former Captain of the Gale Force. His crimes: betraying the Wizard of Oz when he was in power, siding with the Wicked Witch of the West, and helping her fuel terror in Oz. The punishment: death."

A gun fired.

Elphaba froze and stopped chanting the spell she'd been conjuring. Everyone turned towards where the gun had been fired and her eyes widened. A guard. A guard she didn't remember seeing with the rest of the soldiers. Hadn't all of them gone to the Southstairs?

"Your goodness!" he shouted and ran to the scaffold. "People of Oz! We have reason to believe that the Wicked Witch of the West is here in the city!"

Everyone began to murmur and huddle in fear and Elphaba paled. More guards exited the palace. She hadn't gotten all of them. Damn it. Damn it!

"Half our force is knocked out in the Southstairs…" his voice grew dim. Elphaba breathed heavily. Everything happened so fast. A line of soldiers lined up in front of the scaffold, keeping the crowd further away from it and blocking her from Fiyero. Glinda was being escorted down for her safety, though she was struggling against the guards. The crowd was going crazy, yelling and screaming and pushing, trying to get closer to the scaffold. It was chaos everywhere.

Elphaba was close to hyperventilating. She couldn't reach Fiyero. She was having a hard time making her way to the front of the crowd. Time seemed to stop.

Fiyero's head was pulled back by his hair. Three more guards got up on the scaffold. Three lashes fell onto his back and the sound of guns stung her ears. His body hit the ground. Her world stopped.

No. No! "No!" she screamed.

The trees caught fire and so did the scaffold. The crowd dispersed in horror, allowing her to run as quickly as she could towards Fiyero, causing her hood to fall off her head.

She ignored the screams that erupted. 'The Witch', 'The Wicked Witch', 'She's really here', 'Run', 'Get her!'. Anyone who approached her was met with a sharp blow of her magic. She was able to toss them aside like garbage, away from her. Anger didn't even begin to cover it, but it was the main thing that fueled her. Even when a group of them had surrounded her, a stomp of her foot and they were thrown to the ground. Nothing was going to stop her from reaching Fiyero.

After what seemed like an eternity, Elphaba reached the scaffold. Guards were still coming after her. She screamed again and the flames intensified, preventing them from being able to get on the scaffold and trapping her on it.

"Fiyero!" She saw his body and ran to him. She knelt down beside him.

No. He's not dead. He's not dead! She turned him around, her hands staining themselves with the blood oozing out of his back from the lashes and gunshots. "Fiyero?"

He breathed faintly. Elphaba sobbed. They'd shot him below the ribs and his stomach. She pressed the sleeve of her cloak to one of his wounds, desperate to stop the blood flow. Dear Oz, she felt like she was going to vomit.

"Elphaba," he choked out.

"Sh. S-save your strength." It was getting hotter. She wiped sweat away from his forehead and felt her own trickle down her neck.

"L-Leave. I lo-"

"No." He wasn't allowed to finish that sentence. No. Not like this.

Elphaba pressed her forehead to his.

Glinda couldn't get free. They wouldn't let her near the scaffold. She'd screamed when Fiyero was shot, when the scaffold caught fire, when Elphaba got on it and the flames grew.

But she almost fainted on the spot when it exploded. She fell onto her knees. Fiyero. Elphaba.

They locked her in her parlor. Some stupid notion about how the people of Oz couldn't afford to lose her. She tried to open the door, but it was hopeless. Glida cried as she banged on the door. Her friends were dead, consumed by a fire, the baby never even got a chance.

She ran to her bedroom. She let out a yelp when her arm was suddenly pulled and was silenced by a hand to her mouth.

She couldn't believe her eyes. In front of her, was Elphaba; on the bed, Fiyero.

Elphaba pressed a finger to her own lips. Glinda, still too in shock to say anything, simply nodded. Elphaba removed her hand from Glinda's mouth and the blonde quickly locked her bedroom door.

"Thank Oz you're alright," Glinda sobbed as she hugged Elphaba. "But how-?"

"A spell," Elphaba simply said.

It was the first time she'd ever even tried a teleportation spell on herself and another person. She'd only ever tried it on objects before, not confident enough to test it out on a person. Maybe that fear was erased because of her desperation, her need to get Fiyero, their baby, and herself to safety and away from the flames. She could only teleport them to a place nearby and Glinda's room was the best bet. She was shaking slightly. What if it hadn't worked?

But she quickly dismissed that thought and was fine with never revisiting it. Fiyero was Elphaba's top priority right now.

"Is he…?"

"He's alive," Elphaba answered. "But he's hurt," her voice shook and she swallowed. "Very badly. I already cast a sleeping spell on him. He'll feel less pain this way when I heal him. Is it ok if he rests here? Will you help me?" Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.

Glinda soothed her friend. "Yes. Of course." She rubbed the green girl's shoulders.

Elphaba squeezed Glinda's hand and quickly removed her cloak. Drying her tears, both girls removed Fiyero's pants. Elphaba then directed Glinda on how to move and hold Fiyero's body while she casted a spell on a specific wound. The blonde's heart broke when they moved on to Fiyero's back. Elphaba cried the whole time.

Gash after gash after gash. Elphaba struggled to hold back her sobs and after a while, she stopped trying. She casts the spells while sobbing.

They laid him on his back. "I've done all I can with the spells," Elphaba wiped her cheeks. She was exhausted. "Do you have a first aid kit?" the spells had helped a bit, but they didn't completely seal the wounds, they didn't get him fully out of danger.

Glinda nodded and quickly got the kit from the bathroom. She handed it to Elphaba who expertly took out everything she needed and got to work.

The gunshot wounds were first and foremost. Elphaba had to calm herself down for a couple of seconds; she needed her hand to stop shaking. After taking a deep breath, she slowly and carefully extracted the bullets from his body. Both girls held him down while Elphaba chanted a spell to fix any possible broken ribs or damaged organs the bullets could have caused. His body jolted slightly and a loud snap was heard. Thank Oz he was asleep. She carefully cleaned both wounds and tapped a bandage to them. Luckily, the spells had cleaned off enough of the harm that he didn't need stitches.

"Let's lay him on his side. Gently." Elphaba instructed.

Now came his lashes. She was glad she didn't have to stitch anything here either. Still, she cleaned his skin and gashes with a cloth and alcohol. She was completely silent, her focus on applying the bandages. Her eyes throbbed from the concentration.

After she was finally done, they moved Fiyero on his back. Glinda got Elphaba some cold wet towels, and the pregnant girl placed them all over Fiyero's body. His legs, arms, stomach, shoulders, head. His temperature was too high. Hopefully this would help his fever break faster.

The evening stretched into the night. Fiyero's bandages were changed two more times after they got too bloody. The towels were changed after they got warm.

Glinda noticed how Elphaba never took her eyes off of Fiyero. It was beautiful, really. The way she took care of him, ran her hands over his body, willing him to get better. Glinda was worried though, Elphaba hadn't said a single word in hours.

She didn't realize Elphaba was crying again until the green girl took one of Fiyero's hands in hers and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles.

"I'm sorry," Elphaba whispered. It took Glinda a moment to realize Elphaba wasn't talking to her. "If…if you had n-never met me-"

"He would still be the unhappy, 'dancing-through-life', brainless prince he used to be." Glinda went over to where Elphaba was sitting and hugged her from behind.

Elphaba grabbed her forearms, still crying softly, and Glinda let her. Even though she felt like crying her eyes out as well, Glinda needed to be strong for her friend. She allowed a couple tears to fall then wiped them away and hugged the green girl tighter. Elphaba was going through so much internally right now, and the fact that she was pregnant didn't make it any better or easier. After a little while, Elphaba's sobs turned into hiccups, which then turned into sighs.

A knock at the door startled them.

"It's ok," Glinda reassured. She locked the door to her bedroom and barely opened the door in her parlor.

"Miss Glinda," called one of the castle's maids, "since you didn't come down for dinner, we thought you might want it brought to you."

"Oh." She had completely forgotten about food. She took the tray from the maid. "Thank you. Also, could no one disturb me for the rest of the night? This whole ordeal has been very traumatizing," she pressed a hand to her forehead for a dramatic effect.

"Of course, Madame."

Glinda closed the door and locked it again. She went back into her room and what she saw made her stop. She smiled softly.

Elphaba had Fiyero's hand pressed to her stomach. She was rubbing his arm up and down, talking so softly she couldn't even hear her words clearly. She must've been there for a while, Elphaba spoke up.

"It's always calmed me down. His touch." Elphaba rubbed her belly with her other hand. "Not just me, but the baby as well. He or she went through a lot today," She felt guilty for putting this little baby through all the emotions she'd felt that day. "I'm sorry, Peaches," she whispered.

Glinda comfortingly squeezed her shoulder. "Here." She set the tray of food on the nightstand beside Elphaba. "You need to eat something, Elphie."

"I'm fine."

"Elphaba," Glinda said sternly. The staff always gave her so much food; she rarely finished the whole thing. There was enough on the tray for both of them. She smirked at seeing a specific fruit in the mixture. "Come on." Glinda grabbed the small peach and offered it to Elphaba. "You know you want to," she teased.

In spite of everything, Elphaba chuckled softly and took the peach from Glinda. She hadn't realized how hungry and dehydrated she was until she took a bite from the soft fruit. She let out a small moan.

Elphaba ended up eating all the fruit and some chicken with a type of sauce she didn't recognize. Glinda wasn't too happy with the fact that she didn't eat a whole lot of the solid food but was pleased a little when she drank all the water and juice. She was really dehydrated, from both using so much of her magic and crying.

Glinda watched Fiyero while Elphaba took a shower. Even after Glinda promised to get her should Fiyero wake up, she still showered fairly quickly. Glinda let her sleep on the bed with him while she took the sofa bed across the room.

She kept her distance from his body, not wanting to risk even the slightest possibility of rolling on top of him and making his injuries worse. Elphaba stroked his hair. Her fingers trailed over his face.

"He'll be fine," Glinda said as she exited the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair, "if there's one thing that man is, it's stubborn. And you've done everything to make sure he was out of danger and heals properly."

"But he's not out of danger. What if there was so much damage and my spells didn't fix everything?" Elphaba voiced out loud. "We won't know for certain until he wakes up. Oz, or at least stirs. He's so still," her voice dropped down to a whisper.

"Sh," Glinda hugged Elphaba. "He will be ok. Trust that Elphie."

After she calmed down a bit, Elphaba and Glinda talked softly, each laying in their respective beds and staring at the ceiling. Glinda could tell her friend was completely exhausted. Physically and emotionally. The green girl fell asleep first, followed closely by Glinda.

Not gonna lie, I didn't have a way for them to escape in mind, that's why it's very vague, all I knew was that I was going to put Fiyero in danger.

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